Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger.
They are but beggars that can count their worth.
God grant us patience!
And, if you love me, as I think you do, let's kiss and part, for we have much to do
In jest, there is truth.
Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.